Racoon eyes

Eye contacts are serial killers.

They may take you to places
where you never went.
Like remains of home,
Sips of wine or say literary sonnets.
These are the places where a part
of you is alive to exact revenge upon
the wrongdoings you had in past and
a part of you is dead forgiving someone
because their wrath had taught you
how not to die.

Eye contacts are
treat to your barren heart.
You want to taste every slice
of their being because it smells of
dusk, dawn, marshmallows,
half burnt cigar, you, him and
probably us.
They are the wonders that defines
you and somewhat completes you
and offer you the realisation that
you've been empty all this while.

Eye contacts are hourglass.
They can snatch your embraces,
kisses, bedsheets with creases,
your smile and the love disguised
as angst. The pleasure you can't
put in words.
They are actually the reason that
cuts you off from the world or
you can't end up being your saviour
because the loneliness you carry
broke the continuity